EmulatonStromenkiin

I'm insane enough that I can't tell.

We managed to fuse a whitespine with a bunny. Rappidly advancing rabid rabbits

The shadows, with a devilish grin on their unseen features, offer Almond a trade of a lifetime's supply of donuts in exchange for his soul.

"Then we have to call Morgan Freeman and ask him to sell us his bees." - kid in my english class He did call Morgan Freeman, but got hung up on.

Those are marginally useful. we give you dobby's sock in exchange. We have a mishappen self portrait made by picasso

Granted, it and you are within the range of the radiation. I wish for the quantum material to no longer be radioactive. I would like to live, and the shadows can't die.

Balance the Realizer, various parts of Alleycity Balance dashed through the streets of Alleycity. He was running, though he wasn’t sure from what. The change of his hand and part of his face had been a catalyst, but they were not the reason. He slowed, and finally came to a stop. He looked around, and saw that he was in the abandoned parking lot he had destroyed Technotic’s first motivator in. Things had been shifted by the releasing of the world from its bindings, but it felt right. Strangely, the wall he had destroyed had been reconstituted, probably by the releasing of what he had heard people call “the Forgery”. There was still a pile of debris from his destruction of the motivator, though only the bits of metal remained. He still felt the urge to run, but he refused. He had nothing to run from, even himself. Himself. The word echoed through his head. It was as if that word had unlocked something, and then the memories hit him, and he collapsed onto the bare earth. He was young, on a planet much like Earth, and yet different. The technology level was higher, and it harnessed powers similar to magic and Epics. It was blended, and the people lived in harmony with each other and nature. He grew up, making and losing friends, going to school, the common things one does as one grows. As he grew, so did his curiosity of the world. There were deep jungles and oceans that had not been explored, and legends grew around them. At the age of 18, he had decided to become an explorer, and with some help from a team, he debunked several myths about strange places. As the years passed, he and his team became close friends, and one day he was given a small cube with a voice recording of a song. As he reached the age of 20, he discovered a strange vault door in the middle of a massive mountain cave. In spite of a sense of foreboding, he and his team managed to unlock it. As it opened, a chill wind swept through the cave, carrying the scent of blood and death and something rotting. Chilling red light shone out, somehow enhancing the shadows. A rumbling chuckle echoed through the cavern and in his and his team's minds. They heard one word, seemingly shouted exuberantly. “Free!” A dark shape shot out of the vault and the cavern, and behind it occurred withering and destruction. The one who had given him the song was knocked aside, and every part that had been touched began to wither and die. Like a poison, it began to spread across her entire body, but before she died, she managed to translate some runes carved into the back of the vault door. “Render, Destroyer of Worlds, Eater of Fate, Ending of All”. Horrified, Balance and his team contacted the elders of their world, who were the government. After much discussion, a course was decided upon. Using old magic, new technology, and the natural laws of the world, the elders undid time, unraveling it so that Render did not exist. For, if It had been permitted to destroy all of their world, It would have moved on to other worlds and places. This was the only way to contain the damage. The undoing of time removed their world from possibility, causing everything that they were to unexist, to never have existed in the first place. However, trying to help, Balance entered the circle the Elders had made to enact the spell. He was removed from possibility, and ejected into another world, the world of Calamity and the Reckoners. The destruction of his people was his fault, HIS. Balance cried. This was why he had been running. This was why he had been so afraid. He wanted to forget, and wanted to remember. To keep himself human. To not make the same mistakes again. Outwardly, he seemed young, still twenty years old, but inwardly he was decades older. He wanted to end, to join his people in nothingness. And yet… he was still bound to truth. It was at the core of his powers, something that his investment by Calamity had caused. He had Oathed to help Demaren Technotic, and he would. And too, his curiosity was piqued. He wanted to know more of the worlds that touched Alleycity, this world of crossroads and unexpected ways. He wanted to know what was happening to him, why he was changing in this way. He got up, brushed himself off, and strode sedately towards Technotic’s shop, mentally exhausted.

Speaking of this, I'm fine if you try to kill Malsam, she will certainly get at least one broken bone, probably multiple compound fractrues. implies, yes. requires...not quite, not really.

It was in fact made of cremlings and insects that were connected by a hive-mind called The root cult.

However, there is no EmulatonStromenkiin in the world of the sandwich. In that world, the one who would be EmulatonStromenkiin has never heard of Brandon Sanderson. Given this, the shadows are confused. "We do not need to possess a person, and we do not." they confer among themselves for a moment. "So, yes we promise to unpossess the person we have never possessed." I don't like to play as myself in any game/roleplay.

Granted. You feel exactly one degree warmer. You are also cursed to always be in a blizard. We wish for three metric tonnes of quantum material.

The shadows were temporarially dispersed by what was essentially a fancy flashlight. They ignore the decoy that sequence fled with, and turn to @Ookla the Keys. "What can we give you in trade for the sandwich?

We have created a creature that will strike fear into the hearts of many! Goat Cheese!

okay, it has been nearly a week, so @Ookla the [Redacted], @Ookla the Implosion @Ookla the Debonair, @Ookla the Nerdy

Hefting her chair-case, Malsam followed Cobalt up the stairs into the house. Every creak of a board, every sweep of a robe made her worry. Her senses were tingling, something was very wrong. Very, very wrong. But what? She couldn't tell.

We have a word that no one else has ever heard of before. We offer the true name of a dragon

And we will also eat the last cherry pit. We are one!

Granted, it is perpetually winter. We wish for more substance!

The shadows claim the Sandwich, taking it from Sequence. They also set off an EMP device, devastating all of Sequence's company and arms

WE CREATED A RENDLING! we have possessed you.

The shadows take the sandwich, and give it to @Ookla the Untitled

A shadowy void swirls behind Subversion, giving her energy. The Web of the shadows was nearly complete.

Granted, you are allergic to dairy. That would be a great bane, but WE CANNOT DIE! *Crash* They broke the mirror. THEY CAN NOW TOUCH THINGS HEHEHEHEHEHE I wish for help.

I have not slept for 12 days. I broke the record! And that is why all the princesses are mad at me.

I am like 99 % certain that Cryptics are irrational numbers.